Ah yes, for all those who know me, and not many of you do, I am a weekly fixture on karaoke night. That would be Thursday of all days. A cruel joke, fridays hangover is a malady i have yet to remedy.
Now karaoke in america is quite the interesting occurance. You get such a broad spectrum of people. . . Those who were dragged by friends and refuse to sing. Those who were dragged by friends and are finally coerced into a drunken rendition of "Like a Virgin". Then there are people who are there by pure chance, they stopped in to play some billiards, and found an oportunity to impress a few people with an only slightly impaired version of "Whatcha Gonna Do With a Cowboy".
Let's see, who am i leaving out? Ah yes, those who go every or every other week to showcase a weekend talent (people like me and my fiance) with more difficult, but show-stopping adaptations of "Don't Get Around Much Anymore". Then there are those who believe they can sing with delusions of grandeur and an ear piercing atrocity like Evanescence's "Save Me". (Keep trying honey, someday you'll find that note). Finally, there's the 7 frat boys and/or sorority girls, barely able to stand, doing, well just screaming into the one mic between them.
With such a delightful assortment of men and women all gathered under one roof, you couldn't keep me away from karaoke night! Whether I'm in the mood for people watching or outdoing virtually everyone in the bar with "Mack the Knife," I'm always in the mood for karaoke!
Labels: comedy, funny, karaoke, rant, singing, song, talent
